Westmore
Wolves, Book
1
Erzabet
Bishop
Genre: Shifters/Werewolves, Erotic
Romance
Date of Publication: February 1,
2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-64-7
Cover Artist: Erin DameronHill
Book Description:
True love awaits. Passion burns
bright…
Carrick is an Alpha werewolf
preparing for the annual Pack Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate
by his thirty-sixth year or forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found
her and lost her in a swirl of cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy
females to find the one woman who enchanted his heart?
She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy
world…
Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot
Whips Café. Bound by pack law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the
Gathering for the Alpha to select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high
on her list of fun activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a
certain amber-eyed wolf out of her head.
Excerpt
Carrick stood with
his back to his second in command, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to
break the double doors open and bound into the woods rather than face the
torment waiting for him in the grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy
females. All vying for the privilege of putting his cock and balls into their
handbags like some godforsaken trophy.
Jesus. He was
losing his shit. Completely.
Carrick stood with
his back to his second in command, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to
break the double doors open and bound into the woods rather than face the
torment waiting for him in the grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy
females. All vying for the privilege of putting his cock and balls into their
handbags like some godforsaken trophy.
Fuck.
Ever year he’d
dodged the bullet, but this year one of the hungry piranha circling his house
would become his mate.
Double fuck. He’d
been through this before. He already had one. He just needed to find her, but
the elders wouldn’t listen.
“You have to make
a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room and stood in front of him, blocking his
view.
Carrick growled
and spun away. “I’ll find her.”
Reid’s lips
flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger. “You know the rules. Thirty-six
is the last year an Alpha can rule without a mate by his side. The pack needs
an Alpha female to be whole.”
“The pack is
stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting how I got here?”
Reid swallowed and
backed up a step. “No. Justin was a horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy
him. He was wrong for the Westmore Pack. Evil.”
And the bastard
had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to enslave his pack rather than uplift
it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in the days that followed would
disturb him for the rest of his days. He could still see the faces of the women
Justin had taken against their will and the shivering form of his sister and
the strange girl who stood up to a monster.
Hers was the face that haunted his dreams. Her need reached out to
him and made him into who he needed to be to overcome a near impossible
situation. He had been up against a being far superior in strength but what he
lacked in brawn, he’d more than made up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the electricity
he felt when he touched her. His wolf recognized his mate and so did he. Now
all that remained was to find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. No
one knew her name and, with her face partially shifted, her image was only a
fleeting ghost in his mind.
“You’re damned
right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
His father would be proud of the work he’d done. He’d turned the Westmore
Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative operation centered on the
newly formed security company owned by him and his second, Reid. Where people
had once feared shifters for their propensity for violence because of Justin
and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people paid for their protection.
Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard about the weekend’s
festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.
It made him
fucking nauseous.
The one person he
needed to find and he couldn’t and it made him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few
days, he would either have to relinquish his role as Alpha or marry a gold
digging piece of arm candy. The closest person he’d found was a barista at the
coffee place he frequented but she didn’t look anything like the girl in his
dreams. And now whenever she saw him coming, she hightailed it for the hills.
But she had popped
a whisker.
Just like his
goddess.
Jesus. He was
losing his shit. Completely.
Author Bio
Erzabet Bishop is the award winning
author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts interactive
erotic romances, Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate, Crave, A Red
Dress for Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of Lust, Club
Beam, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the
Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II,
Hungry for More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or
Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get
Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants, Bondage
Bites, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and
more. She was a finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in
Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local
bookstores.
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